Set in James and Sirius's fourth year. A silly little piece I wrote when I was bored.
James Potter was entering into a stupor. The class had only began a mere ten minutes ago, but even that short amount of time spent listening to Professor Binns's voice seemed to have a soporific effect on students.
He sighed. He really should exert some effort to keep himself awake this time. He knew that a certain redhead would get angry at him again for falling asleep during a lesson for the third time in a week.
As she entered his thoughts, James's eyes automatically flicked in Lily's direction. She was sat two rows in front of him and slightly to the left, which allowed him a good view of what she was doing. Ideally, she would be seated next to him, but for some reason that James and Sirius could not fathom, she always stayed away.
As he looked at her now, he could see that she wasn't paying attention to the Professor's monotonous drone either. She was doodling absent mindedly on a piece of parchment that only had a few lines of notes on it.
James wondered what it was she was drawing. A flower maybe? Girls always seemed to draw flowers, flowers or trees. Maybe she was doodling his name as he doodled hers on so many of his so called notes?
He liked to think so. Maybe he should do something to impress her, he thought. He could send her a paper arrow asking her out, but then he remembered that he had done that on Tuesday, and she didn't seem to like repetition.
He sighed again and after his eyes lingered on her for several more moments, his attention wandered to his other classmates.
None of them were paying much attention to whatever it was that Professor Binns was trying to teach them. They were either doodling on the parchment that was supposed to contain their notes, as Lily was, absent mindedly looking about them at their fellows, as James was, or simply falling asleep where they sat.
He chuckled to himself when he saw that Bertram Aubrey had fallen asleep completely with his head on Isolde Hicks's shoulder. The sight gave him an idea. With a quick look at Professor Binns, James twisted in his seat and turned to look at Sirius Black, his best friend, who was sitting on the at the end of the row behind him.
The Marauders had been separated a few weeks ago by Professor Binns, for a wrongdoing James couldn't even remember, and were no longer allowed to sit together. Sirius appeared to have given up on life completely; he was sat slumped over the desk, with his head in his arms. He hadn't even bothered to get out his books and parchment.
James grinned to himself as he ripped a scrap of parchment off of the unused roll in front of him, and scribbled a note to Sirius;
Mr. Prongs would like to point out to Mr. Padfoot that Mr. Aubrey has fallen asleep on Miss Hicks's shoulder, and would like to hedge a bet that he will soon start snoring.
He folded the scrap and tapped it with his wand. It rose into the air, and James sent it flying in Sirius's direction, where it tapped him on the head. James glanced quickly at Professor Binns, but he was still ploughing on with his lecture; clearly he had noticed nothing.
James turned back to Sirius, who had unfolded the parchment and was scanning through it. He looked up at James, who grinned and motioned his head in Aubrey's direction. He saw Sirius's eyes flick away and he smiled widely. He tore off his own scrap of parchment, scribbled something on it, and sent it James's way.
James snatched it out of the air, quickly and unfolded it.
Mr. Padfoot would like to take Mr. Prongs up on his bet, and would also like to point out to Mr. Prongs that said gentleman is also drooling over said ladies robes.
James resisted the urge to laugh as he hastily scribbled back.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Padfoot, however Mr. Prongs would also like to point out that Mr. Prongs was guilty of this last week. Mr. Prongs enquires as to the amount Mr. Padfoot would like to place.
He sent the parchment back to Sirius and watched him eagerly for his answer.
By now, a few people were watching their exchange with mild interest. It was defiantly better than paying attention to the dull lesson.
James glanced at Lily to see if she was watching them, but to his disappointment she was still immersed in her doodle. With his mind fixed a few rows in front of him, James didn't notice that Sirius's reply was waiting for him until it flapped in front of his face. He turned and grinned apologetically at Sirius, who rolled his eyes.
Mr. Padfoot would like to point out to Mr. Prongs that that was completely different. Mr. Padfoot would like to place the sum of one Galleon that Mr. Aubrey will not start snoring.
James snorted. This turned several more heads, but again, Lily was not among them. For the second time, his attention was drawn away from Lily by a folded piece of parchment flapping in front of his eyes. He grabbed it and smoothed it open.
Mr. Moony advises Mr. Prongs to be more obvious, for there are a few people at the back of the class who have not yet noticed his exchanges with Mr. Padfoot.
James looked along the row at Remus and grinned at him before scribbling a note back;
Mr. Prongs thanks Mr. Moony for his concerns, and will gladly undertake his request.
With a flick of his wand, James sent the parchment in a high arc over his classmates heads and back to Remus. He glanced back at Sirius, just as a piece of parchment zoomed past him. Evidently, Sirius had received a similar note. Remus's reply hit him on the side of the head, before he could turn back to his friend.
Mr. Moony offers Mr. Prongs the opportunity to educate him in the ways of sarcasm, as he clearly does not understand the concept.
James tried unsucessfullly to stifle a laugh as he wrote his reply. He noticed that Peter had joined in the conversation too, and by now, small pieces of parchment were flying across the room in each of the Marauder's direction.
Mr. Prongs thanks Mr. Moony for his offer, but has to decline on moral grounds.
With a flick of his wand, the reply joined the others. Another note flew into the side of James's head. This was getting more and more violent. James grinned as he ripped open the note.
Mr. Padfoot is beginning to feel rather left out, and would like to be included in the conversation.
James tried again to conceal his laughter.
Mr. Prongs feels sorry that Mr. Padfoot feels left out, but feels that he cannot do anything to help Mr. Padfoot's situation. Mr. Padfoot will have to amuse himself.
Soon, a reply winged its way to James.
Mr. Padfoot would like to inform Mr. Prongs that he is a git, and assures him that he will find something to amuse himself.
This time, James was not so successful in concealing his laughter as he read Sirius's reply. He looked over at his friend, who turned his nose in the air and deliberately ignored him. A grin spread across his face as he came up with a plan, not only to amuse himself, but to make himself some money. He picked up his wand.
'Sterto!' he whispered under his breath, his wand directed at Bertram Aubrey. To James's delight, a muffled snuffling sound began to emit from Aubrey. Isolde Hicks turned to look at him uncertainly.
James tore another scrap of parchment off with glee, and wrote another note to Sirius.
Mr. Prongs would like to claim his Galleon from Mr. Padfoot, as Mr. Aubrey is now snoring.
James sent the piece of parchment zooming over to Sirius, who seemed to have forgotten his stance, and opened it. He looked at James for a moment, before looking to Aubrey, who was quite clearly snoring. For a moment, Sirius looked dumbfounded, and he looked back at James, who didn't quite rearrange his features into an innocent smile in time. Immediately, Sirius frowned, and snatched up his quill.
Mr. Padfoot would like to inquire of Mr. Prongs as to whether Mr. Aubrey's snoring is a result of his cheating.
James tried again to suppress a laugh, but was unsuccessful.
Mr. Prongs is shocked that Mr. Padfoot thinks so, and would like to assure Mr. Padfoot that Mr. Aubrey's condition is of completely natural origin.
A moment later, a reply from Sirius was in James's hands.
Mr. Padfoot does not believe Mr. Prongs, and would like to say that Mr. Prongs is a cheat.
Not even bothering to try to hide his amusement, James replied.
Mr. Prongs would like to say that he is not a cheat, and that Mr. Padfoot now owes him a Galleon.
Not aware that many people, including Lily, who had abandoned her doodles, were now watching them as well as the snoring Bertram Aubrey, Sirius read James's note with a stony face, and scratched him a reply. James couldn't stop himself from laughing as he caught Sirius's reply and ripped it open
Mr. Padfoot would like to tell Mr. Prongs to take his Galleon, and shove it up his –
'Mr Potter, what is that you have there?' they had drawn Professor Binns's attention at last, and he was gliding up the aisle between the desks towards him. 'Detention, I think.'
Thanks for reading, any constructive critisism is very welcome. I may make this into several chapters, with detentions in different lessons, but it depends if I can think of anything to write about.
Thanks again.
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